“Are you going to marry King Ovechkin, Nicky?” the seagulls caw out unattractively, landing on Nicky’s sunbathing rock.
Nicky stretches and glares, trying to use his tail fin to scatter the gulls, but they’re persistent. “If you shit on me, I’ll eat you alive,” Nicky warns.
“We saw Sidney Crosby from the Northern Seas marry King Evgeni Malkin the other day. What a splendid, grand event,” the seagulls chime in again, flapping next to Nicky’s face. “He’d Transitioned, two legs! Can you believe it? We watched until the Human King picked him up and carried him into the castle walls. How strange humans are, to not let Sidney walk when he has two perfectly fine legs now.”
“Go away,” Nicky says, waving his arms. “And I think it’s a human wedding tradition. I know not of it.”
The seagull doesn’t budge. “I think you’d be happy with King Ovechkin, Nicklas. It’s not forbidden to Transition to land anymore.”
“Why shouldn’t Ovechkin change for me? Why should I have to be the one to leave the ocean?” Nicky says. “And he’s not courting me.”
“Nicky!” Sasha’s voice calls out. He must be on his rowboat. “Nicklas, my dear heart! I bring you the pies you like last time! Strawberries, too!”
The seagulls giggle, if birds could do so. “Here he comes with courting gifts!”
Nicky peers over the rock at Sasha’s eager, toothy grin. “He sure is persistent.”